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I look in the sky to see smoke

Poisonous smoke that makes us choke

Industry continues to take over

I keep to myself, but I need some closure

It's right in front us; in our eyes

Men in suits stand and tell lies

They laugh and act as if they're humble

While they make us slaves and merge in their bubble

How could we be so blind

To watch take over our lives?

It's ludacris to say the least

As we see industry turn to beast

I want change to come and industry to be done

But what can one do he's the only one?

 

 

 

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